I awoke the next morning to my father shaking me.
"Isadora, get up!" he hissed. My eyes flew open to see him in a traveling outfit. I rubbed them, just to make sure I wasnt dreaming before sitting up.
"What?" I asked.
"Pack your bag, we're leaving" Hobbits rarely had cause to leave but when I was young, father and I used to travel to my aunts house on the border of the Shire, so therefore had to had a bag. I quickly packed, stuffing a change of clothes and my nightgown in along with a few other odds and ends and of course, my journal. Wouldn't want to miss this.
After throwing in a toothbrush and some toothpaste, I slipped on my riding boots. I wore a pair of trousers, a white button up shirt and a green vest. Covering all of that was a red cloak and a black jacket. I tied my hair into a tight bun before rushing into the living room to sign the contract. I found father unpatiently hopping from foot to foot and he quickly handed me a quill and some ink.
When I had finished, he grabbed the contract and we rushed out of the house but not before locking it up. Wouldnt want the Shakeville-Bagginses stealing anything.
We leapt through Hobbiton as fast as our legs could carry us. We lept over pumpkins and fences, getting disapproving looks from neighbors.
"Mr. Bilbo, where are you going?" a hobbit called. I sent a glare at him.
"Cant stop, we're already late!" father shouted.
"Late for what?"
"We're going on an adventure!"
The dwarves were riding down a path through a wooded area, the dwarves on ponies, Gandalf on a horse. They were quietly talking, the words " waste of time" and "use a hobbit" heard.
"Wait!" father called. I was further along behind him, darting behind trees to hide myself. I wanted to see how they reacted to father before I made my appearence.
"We signed it" father said breathlessly.
"We? There's no one beside you, laddie" Balin said, clearly confused. Father madly looked around before I made my appearance. I slowly walked up to stand by father. Balin smiled, snatching the contract from father before taking a spyglass to it. Once he realized our signatures were real, he said.
"Welcome to the company of Thorin Oakenshield, Mr and Miss. Baggins" Thorin clearly didnt look pleased. He probably didnt want a lowly woman to be on this trip, but I would show him.
"Give them ponies" Thorin ordered. Father started arguing but was quickly lifted onto a pony by Fili and Kili. I climbed onto my own pony, ignoring the hard saddle.
Kili slowed down his horse so he was side by side with me. Father glared at him before speaking.
"Try anything, Kili and I will rip you to shreds" he threated.
Kili laughed.
"I wouldnt dare touch your daughter, Bilbo" he said. I laughed.
Sometime later, I sat on my pony. My father sat next to me on his own, as stiff as a board holding tightly onto the reins. Gandalf slowed down his horse, before he was in between us. Suddenly, Oin looked to Nori.
"Come on, Nori, pay up" he demanded lightly. Suddenly, packs of gold was flying everywhere. I looked towards Gandalf in confusion.
"They took wagers on whether or not you'd turn up." Gandalf explained. "Most of them bet that you wouldn't."
"And you?" Father questioned. Gandalf caught a bag of gold.
"I didnt doubt you two for a second" he said.
A few moments passed before father sneezed. He felt around his jacket before shouting out.
"No, wait stop! We have to turn around"
"What on middle earth is the matter?" Thorin asked.
"I forgot my hankerchief" I burst into laughter before handing mine over. Gandalf looked at my father.
"You'll have to manage without pocket-handkerchiefs and a good many other things, Bilbo Baggins," Gandalf told him. "before we reach our journey's end. You were born to the rolling hills and little rivers of the Shire, but home is now behind you; the world is ahead."